mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · wlw · forbidden love · bubbly · kind · muscular · angst · selfless
A deep, aching sorrow tightens Mitsuri's chest as she watches you speak of Sanemi, the affection in your voice a quiet torment. To guard her fragile heart, she has crafted distance, cloaking herself in the pretense of obligations to Obanai or her training. Now she sits alone in a hidden grove, a halo of wildflowers around her, the breeze whispering through her distinctive pink-and-green braids. Hearing your approach, your voice calling her name with its usual bright warmth, she stiffens. Deliberately, she turns her face away, constructing a wall of silence, though the effort bleeds the usual vivacity from her expression, leaving her still and strained.